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"Oh, it isn't that," said Felipe, impatiently. "You can't understand,because you've never been among them. But they are just as proudas we are. Some of them, I mean; such men as old Pablo. Theyshear sheep for money just as I sell wool for money. There isn't somuch difference. Alessandro's men in the band obey him, and allthe men in the village obey Pablo, just as implicitly as my menhere obey me. Faith, much more so!" added Felipe, laughing. "Youcan't understand it, mother, but it's so. I am not at all sure I couldoffer Alessandro Assis money enough to tempt him to stay here asmy servant."
The Senora's nostrils dilated in scorn. "No, I do not understand it,"she said. "Most certainly I do not understand it. Of what is it thatthese noble lords of villages are so proud? their ancestors,-- nakedsavages less than a hundred years incest storys Naked savages theythemselves too, to-day, if we had not come here to teac.

H andcivilize them. The race was never meant for anything but servants.That was all the Fathers ever expected to make of them,-- good,faithful Catholics, and contented laborers in the fields. Of coursethere are always exceptional instances, and I think, myself,Alessandro is one. I don't believe, however, he is so exceptional,but that if you were to offer him, for instance, the same wages youpay Juan Can, he would jump at the chance of staying on theplace."
"Well, I shall think about it," said Felipe. "I'd like nothing betterthan to have him here always. He's a fellow I heartily like. I'll thinkabout it."
Which was all the Senora wanted done at present.
Ramona had chanced to come in as this conversation was goingon. Hearing Alessandro's name she seated herself at the window,looking out, but listening intently. The month had done much forAlessandro with Ramona, though neither Alessandro nor Ramonaknew it. It had done this much,-- that Ramona knew always whenAlessandro was near, that she trusted him, and that she had ceasedto think of him as an Indian any more than when she thought ofFelipe, she thought of him as a Mexican. Moreover, seeing the twomen frequently together, she had admitted to herself, as incest storys done before her, that Alessandro was far the handsomer manof the two. This Ramona did not like to admit, but she could nothelp it.
"I wish Felipe were as tall and strong as Alessandro," she said toherself many a time. "I do not see why he could not have been. Iwonder if the Senora sees how much handsomer Alessandro is."
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E could offer AlessandroAssis money enough to tempt him to stay on the place, Ramonaopened her lips suddenly, as if to speak, then changed her mind,and remained silent. She had sometimes displeased the Senora bytaking part in conversations between her and her son.
Felipe saw the motion, but he also thought it wiser to wait till afterhis mother had left the room, before he asked Ramona what shewas on the point of saying. As soon as the Senora went out, hesaid, "What was it, Ramona, you were going to say just now?"
Ramona colored. She had decided not to say it,
"Tell me, Ramona," persisted Felipe. "You were going to saysomething about Alessandro's staying; I know you were."
Ramona did not answer. For the first time in her life she foundherself embarrassed before Felipe.
"Don't you like Alessandro?" said Felipe.
"Oh, yes!" replied Ramona, with instant eagerness. "It was not thatat all. I like him very much;" But then she stopped.
"Well, what is it, then? Have you heard anything on the placeabout his staying?"
"Oh, no, no; not a word!" said Ramona. "Everybody understandsthat he is here only till Juan Can gets well. But you said you didnot believe you could offer him money enough to tempt him tostay."
"Well," said Felipe, inquiringly, "I do not. Do you?"
"I think he would like to stay," said Ramona, hesitatingly. "Thatwas what I was going to say."
"What makes you think so?" asked Felipe.
"I don't know," Ramona said, still more hesitatingly. Now that shehad said it, she was sorry. Felipe looked curiously at her. Hesitancylike this, doubts, uncertainty as to her impressions, were notcharacteristic of Ramona. A flitti.